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Fishes Fathomed


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thousands of fish circling in the deep blue ocean.


Backstory:


How did the world begin? Is God the origin story, does God have an origin story, or is God the origin with an origin story? What does the absolute very beginning of all things look like and is it something observable?


The start of everything, much like the end, seems perpetually wrapped in a shroud of never-ending questions, possible answers, and a lot more questions.


I've always believed mathematics isn't the only means to measure the world. For the sake of everyone with Dyscalculia, I sincerely hope it isn't. Don't get me wrong, I like numbers, but I can't imagine being defined purely by equations. How boring would it be if we could measure and predict everything in existence?

 

Large hands pick out light stars,

From within the nothingness of the dark.

Once combined,

Now divided,

Once waters covered sky and sea;

Without difference,

Without severance.

Liquid hourglass sifting steam.

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Uncoupled,

But linked in chemically bound chains.

Names differentiate the veins.


Hobermans’ Mini Sphere represents what I see,

The birth within is the universe to a degree.

​

In the belly,

In the heart,

Constitutes the galaxies hearth.


Bright shinning,

Multitude;

Picture,

When love first opened its eyes.


How from existence,

For isn't existence a prerequisite?


An abundance,

Unable to obliterate;

So, what was the spark,

The crumb,

Core,

The pattern's start of which we have no record?


How do reality and emotion relate?


If insight is the foresight of existence,

Is it what it is,

In hindsight?


How to be and then begin?


Something alone,

Perhaps quiet and still,

Requires another before it can shake with will.


I dip my head into a supermassive black hole to see the unseen,

In deep waters we remain as fish,

Fathomless but fathomed;

A measurement,

Without the method to measure how we've been fashioned.


Pi is questionable in its spiraling detail;

By Golden Ratio do we prevail.


Surely,

I am but a point on a line,

On intersecting circles sign,

Chaotic ordered,

Cosmos and time.


~ By Davene LG, 2015.


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